*Max*
Kyle decides to stick around, but he's not staring at Tess anymore. I guess that suits me. I slide another slice of pizza onto Tess' plate and then pick up another for myself.
"This isn't bad at all," I comment. "We'll have to remember this place next time we want to order something."
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Sorry this has taken so long. And with how long it's been, I wish it'd been better, but . . . ::shrugs::
<center>~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Liz ~*~ ~*~ ~*~</center>
We end up at the dealership before I realize it. And judging from the way that Michael’s looking at me, it looks like he’s been waiting for me to say something. His usual irritation seems to have mingled with a slight worry, if the softer look in his eyes is anything to go on, and usually it is.
“Liz?”
I blink, shaking my head a little to try to clear it. I don’t even know what I was thinking about. Just . . . not thinking, I guess. But if he asks what was on my mind, and I say nothing, he’d probably just think that I was evading his question.
“Sorry. What was that?” I ask.
“Did you want to stay or head back?”
Right. Head back. A simple little question, and I’m taking all this time to answer it.
“Umm. Up to you,” I say. “I can stay, if you’d like the company. But if you’d rather go alone, I can head back.”
<center>~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Liz ~*~ ~*~ ~*~</center>
We end up at the dealership before I realize it. And judging from the way that Michael’s looking at me, it looks like he’s been waiting for me to say something. His usual irritation seems to have mingled with a slight worry, if the softer look in his eyes is anything to go on, and usually it is.
“Liz?”
I blink, shaking my head a little to try to clear it. I don’t even know what I was thinking about. Just . . . not thinking, I guess. But if he asks what was on my mind, and I say nothing, he’d probably just think that I was evading his question.
“Sorry. What was that?” I ask.
“Did you want to stay or head back?”
Right. Head back. A simple little question, and I’m taking all this time to answer it.
“Umm. Up to you,” I say. “I can stay, if you’d like the company. But if you’d rather go alone, I can head back.”
</center>*Michael*
I like Liz a lot. She's about the only one here who acts normally to me. I was actually kinda interested in talking to her on the way here, but she's been quiet and distracted. I wanna know what's up with her but I can't help a flair of irritation when she can't just speak her mind. She offered to drive me. She must have had some idea what she expected do do after we got here.
Liz is my friend, I remind myself and I suppress my annoyance. Concidering how little conversation we've had so far, I doubt she's going to suddenly open up to me now.
"I can handle this. You go on back and get dressed or whatever you need to do," I tell her. Maybe she'll talk to me later. In the meantime, I don't know that I want anyone nearby while I talk to the salespeople about my finances. Of course, there's that stupid cameraman who's now watching both of us, as if trying to decide what to do if we separate. Aw, who am I kidding. Of course he'll be following me, recording everything. Fuck that. Nothing I can do about it, I'm sure. At least the folks in the house aren't allowed to watch. If they could, they'd have figured out the pranks I pulled on Evans a long time ago.
"I'll meet you at Isabel's club later," I say as I step back to shut the door.
I like Liz a lot. She's about the only one here who acts normally to me. I was actually kinda interested in talking to her on the way here, but she's been quiet and distracted. I wanna know what's up with her but I can't help a flair of irritation when she can't just speak her mind. She offered to drive me. She must have had some idea what she expected do do after we got here.
Liz is my friend, I remind myself and I suppress my annoyance. Concidering how little conversation we've had so far, I doubt she's going to suddenly open up to me now.
"I can handle this. You go on back and get dressed or whatever you need to do," I tell her. Maybe she'll talk to me later. In the meantime, I don't know that I want anyone nearby while I talk to the salespeople about my finances. Of course, there's that stupid cameraman who's now watching both of us, as if trying to decide what to do if we separate. Aw, who am I kidding. Of course he'll be following me, recording everything. Fuck that. Nothing I can do about it, I'm sure. At least the folks in the house aren't allowed to watch. If they could, they'd have figured out the pranks I pulled on Evans a long time ago.
"I'll meet you at Isabel's club later," I say as I step back to shut the door.
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Did Liz know that he wanted to get a motorcycle? Was it something that he might've told her? I had no idea what to do. If it conflicts with something else, I'll edit. 
<center>~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Liz ~*~ ~*~ ~*~</center>
Michael nods me off, saying that I should just head back to the house to get ready. And I start to get out of the car to walk over to the driver’s side.
“I’ll meet you at Isabel’s club later,” he adds before closing the door.
“Michael!” I call to get his attention; he was already striding away. He turns, walking backwards. “Not the motorcycle,” I tell him. He rolls his eyes, turning back around. “I’ll see you later,” I tell him. My only answer that he heard me is a raised hand to wave goodbye.
I give a wry smile to his retreating back and roll my eyes as well. He’s going to show up with a motorcycle. I get in the van, putting it in gear and head back to the house. Michael made it seem like I needed time to get ready. And here I was thinking that I’d just put on jeans and a t-shirt and pull my hair up into a ponytail.
<center>~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Liz ~*~ ~*~ ~*~</center>
Michael nods me off, saying that I should just head back to the house to get ready. And I start to get out of the car to walk over to the driver’s side.
“I’ll meet you at Isabel’s club later,” he adds before closing the door.
“Michael!” I call to get his attention; he was already striding away. He turns, walking backwards. “Not the motorcycle,” I tell him. He rolls his eyes, turning back around. “I’ll see you later,” I tell him. My only answer that he heard me is a raised hand to wave goodbye.
I give a wry smile to his retreating back and roll my eyes as well. He’s going to show up with a motorcycle. I get in the van, putting it in gear and head back to the house. Michael made it seem like I needed time to get ready. And here I was thinking that I’d just put on jeans and a t-shirt and pull my hair up into a ponytail.
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OOC -- Michael didn't actually mention to anyone why he was going to the dealership, but maybe Liz has figured it out. She's talked to him more than the rest of the group, I think....
*Michael*
Not the motorcycle, she says. What does she know? I need wheels and I'm not looking for anything boring. I just hope I can swing it.
I walk in and head straight for the only two motorcycles I see in the showroom. That's not a good sign. I shoulda gone to a place that specializes in cycles. Frowning, I start to inspect the machines, wondering if either is good for me. Is it possible there are more out in the lot somewhere?
*Michael*
Not the motorcycle, she says. What does she know? I need wheels and I'm not looking for anything boring. I just hope I can swing it.
I walk in and head straight for the only two motorcycles I see in the showroom. That's not a good sign. I shoulda gone to a place that specializes in cycles. Frowning, I start to inspect the machines, wondering if either is good for me. Is it possible there are more out in the lot somewhere?
ISABEL
I am dressed sooner then expected. Recently, it hasn’t been taken me that long to get ready. I’ve realized that I’ve wasted too many hours looking in the mirror. Could it be that Isabel Anderson is getting deeper than a puddle?
I take a look at my reflection once more, I haven’t completely lost my vanity after all, before heading downstairs. I follow the sounds of voices and go to the kitchen. I’m not feeling too hungry now that I’m dressed. I just want to get out of here. I need to let my hair down and have some fun.
Alex instantly captures my attention as soon as I enter the kitchen. He naked, half naked, and dripped wet. He looks incredibly hot and the thoughts that are racing through my head aren’t really friendly. Well, I guess they could be considered friendly. Extremely friendly. And well, this is bad. Must stop looking at Alex right now. He is my friend. Just my friend. I cannot be having over friendly thoughts about him. Especially when he is half naked, all wet and delicious looking.
I tear my eyes away from him and go to the fridge. I need to cool down.
“Does anyone want a drink or something?” I ask, practically burying myself in the fridge.
I am dressed sooner then expected. Recently, it hasn’t been taken me that long to get ready. I’ve realized that I’ve wasted too many hours looking in the mirror. Could it be that Isabel Anderson is getting deeper than a puddle?
I take a look at my reflection once more, I haven’t completely lost my vanity after all, before heading downstairs. I follow the sounds of voices and go to the kitchen. I’m not feeling too hungry now that I’m dressed. I just want to get out of here. I need to let my hair down and have some fun.
Alex instantly captures my attention as soon as I enter the kitchen. He naked, half naked, and dripped wet. He looks incredibly hot and the thoughts that are racing through my head aren’t really friendly. Well, I guess they could be considered friendly. Extremely friendly. And well, this is bad. Must stop looking at Alex right now. He is my friend. Just my friend. I cannot be having over friendly thoughts about him. Especially when he is half naked, all wet and delicious looking.
I tear my eyes away from him and go to the fridge. I need to cool down.
“Does anyone want a drink or something?” I ask, practically burying myself in the fridge.
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